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The florets, opening, from their young cups dart
And now entranced I drink
And not a ryegrass trembles, but it gives
Its odours, but it breathes
Mild shadowy power! whilst now thy tresses,
bathed In primrose tints, the snowdrop's coldness shed
On skyblue hyacinths,
While flows to Zephyr thy transparent robe,
How short thy vestal reign
Yes! if thou mix the saffron hues that stream
Of yonder orb that hangs
Or if thou love, along the lucent sod,
With all the mingled beams
Fleet as the shadow from the breded heaven
Within the gelid gloom
There, as its ambient arch with airy sweep
Pursue the turf that floats
And now, retreating to the breezy marge
The new-blown flowers that wake
To tinge its crystal tide :
That mid the crisped brook
While from the cave where first thine essence sprung,
[spars, Where the chaste Naiads ranged their glittering
Rills, trickling through the moss,
Purl o'er the pebbled floor. There sleep till eve; as now the tyrant heat Kindles, with rapid strides, the extensive lawn,
And e'en thy favourite haunt,
The verdurous oak, invades.
Though shrinking from the sun,
The sallow's stagnant shade. There sleep till eve; unless the spring-loved
To taste those transient blooms
There sleep till eve; when as thy parent Air
And midst the vermeil bower,
The dew thy feet impearls ;
Whilst a fine emerald hue
Till through the fragrance of his sweetbriar leaves
As peace descends, to hush
-RAPT in thought that bids thee rise
In rosy health and youthful bloom:
When thou, in blank uncertainty array'd,
With iron-hearted deaf control
Oh, give my song, mysterious power,
While drizzling black clouds o'er him lour,
Dull Winter stays his creeping step to pause,
And wishful turns his icy eyes On April's meads. Beckoning on flowery May, With gentle shadowy hand thou movest away The lingering churl. Swift o'er the primrose dale The new-waked bee his humming labour plies;
And sudden from each budding grove
Incense to heaven, the songs of love, Attest rejoicing Nature's glad applause.
Glistening with dew the green-hair'd Spring Walks though the woods; and, smiling in her train,
Youth flutters gay on cherub wing ; And life exulting lifts the eye to heaven.
And crown'd with bearded grain,
And hay grass breathing odours bland, Bold Summer comes in manhood's lusty prime.
Anon his place is given
To veteran Autumn: yellow glows His waving robe: with conscious mien sublime
He proudly lifts his sun-brown'd brows
High o'er the loaded clime.
But soon decrepit age he shows,
He flies the plunder'd land.
And soon his snowy mantle wide he throws
O’er vale and hill, and icicles he weeps.
With faint and silvery beam,
While languid nature sleeps.
Safe from the tempest breme
That howls without, and beating rain,
And with the feats of former days,
And loves of ladies passing bright,
These are thy grateful changes, mighty power,
Invigor'd vegetation wakes,
And Spring, with primrose garland crown’d, The seeds of plenty o'er the fuming ground From her green mantle shakes.